I Made a Mess Here (22 Symphony)

You know that I miss you
 But I'm conflicted
 The way that I feel about you
 No, I should not feel it
 And if you were the answer
 To all these questions
 I think I'll be a man first
 Admit that I made a mess here
 Yeah, I made a mess here
 Well, I made a mess here
 Oh, I made a mess here
 You know that I saw it
 All those letters you wrote
 I buried them in moving boxes
 To keep the memories honest
 How do you write like an angel?
 And yet you burn like a spitfire
 Like that October in Salem
 When you were my safe haven
 Oh, but you made a mess here
 Yeah, you made a mess here
 Yeah, you made a mess here
 I think about it on Sunday
 After my chores and my laundry
 If nostalgia blinds hindsight
 Why all these cravings at midnight?
 And now we stand on your front steps
 You say:
 "I think you should know this,
 Dylan if you didn't notice,
 There's someone else in my focus."